Clenched Fist

Form: Acrostic Poetry

Closed to the opportunity to say
Let’s be friends, not enemies
Engaged in warfare and destruction
Never seeing the serenity of
Clasping hands and saying hello; instead
Emptiness from the killing of men
Dying for a cause that isn’t their own

Fighters in an army seeking peace
Isolated by distant words of governmental hatred
Staring the at the bullet as it comes
Then they find peace

©JG Farmer 2019

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